Letter

Lessons from a little book
September 25, 2014 at 12:09 am

Did you know that Harvest has outdoor fire pits? Me neither. Until last night, that is.I'm a Tap House girl; always have been, but I'm not sure how long I will be.
September 18, 2014 at 12:57 am

Enjoy the firsts while you can. 
September 11, 2014 at 12:20 am

Thoughts on the internet
September 3, 2014 at 7:49 pm

You know that feeling when you’re not yet sick but the back of your throat is a little scratchy and you have to blow your nose when you wake up and you know you’re about to come down with a quarantined– in-bed–level cold?
April 24, 2014 at 9:02 am

I don’t really like fling. There I said it. Maybe I’m in the minority, but I will stand by my opinion.
April 17, 2014 at 8:06 am

Street is mad. Street is very mad. Street was denied press passes for the SPEC Spring Fling concert and THEN Street found out that Penn was flipping everything we know and love about Fling upside down with its rules and threats and undercover officers who may or may not be hot girls with fake PennCards. But then Street (I) walked to the art museum along the Schuylkill River Trail and the sun was shining and people were rollerblading and it was just so frickin’ hard to be anything but effervescently happy.
April 10, 2014 at 9:04 am

This week Street is talking about the one thing you’re not supposed to talk about.
April 3, 2014 at 9:02 am

Welcome to Street’s first annual Style Guide, the chicest issue of the year.
April 2, 2014 at 9:04 am

I’m Josie Elias, and I am not going through puberty. I already did that.
March 27, 2014 at 8:01 am

Most of my spring break was spent in a bubble bath with three of my best friends. Upon arriving in Montreal, where the drinking age is 19 and the dollar is strong, we were probably most excited to discover that our hotel room included a large Jacuzzi tub.
March 20, 2014 at 9:07 am

In part two of my tween–obsession saga (for those of you following along, yes, I’m still listening to One Direction), I have a crush on a group of teenage–boy Vine stars. Rereading that sentence made me gag a little.
February 27, 2014 at 9:08 am

Yesterday morning I fell down five icy stairs on my back porch. It was incredibly painful. I sat there, alone in the cold, clawing for my phone, for two freezing–cold minutes.
February 20, 2014 at 8:53 am

As the Editor–in–Chief of an arts and culture magazine, I feel it is both my civic and editorial duty to admit that I have fallen under the spell of One Direction.
February 14, 2014 at 9:24 am

Yesterday I went downtown to treat myself to a haircut and some much needed off–campus alone time. Seated comfortably in the safety of the rear¬–most station, I was ready to let my mind wander from the consuming topics of the Penn bubble.
February 6, 2014 at 9:49 am

Bobby Blue, medium rare, crunchified, sweet potato fries and fry sauce on the side, thanks. My name is Chloe Bower and I’m a burger addict. More specifically, I’m a Bobby’s Burger Palace addict.
January 30, 2014 at 9:02 am

On Wednesday of last week I was only registered for two classes. Not too dramatic, I know, but for me, under-enrollment was traumatizing.  Advanced Registration had never failed me in the past.
January 23, 2014 at 9:08 am

British things I can't live without
July 26, 2012 at 12:00 pm

I have a secret to share with you. Ready? I hate writing these letters. I'm not particularly funny (at least on purpose). I'm not witty or clever or profound.
December 1, 2011 at 2:48 am

Rather than use this space as a letter, I’m going to make you a list. If you remember from a few weeks ago (for the three people who read these beside my beloved Mom and Dad), organized girls love lists.
November 17, 2011 at 2:25 am